The Huffington Post shares a list of the top selling 15 books of all time - after the Bible. Nothing truly shocking on here. You'll find the expected - the Koran, The Lord of the Rings, The Catcher in the Rye and a bunch of books about a boy wizard. But one title caught my eye: Agatha Christie's And Then There Were None.
It wasn't the first mystery I ever read - the Sherlock Holmes books came first - and it wasn't even the first Agatha Christie novel I picked up after getting too old for the charms of Nancy Drew (that would be The Clocks, which I liked, despite having no idea what and "ormulu" clock was). But when I finally worked my way to And Then There Were None, I had to admit, it was Christie's best, and I will never forget the scene in which the last two people are left alive, look at each other - and scramble to kill each other.
Never really warmed up to Miss Marple, and though I liked good old Hercule Poirot and his little gray cells, I'll always prefer the good old killer who's offing people one by one on the remote island.